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It's Butters time! Who will win? The fatty or poor boy? Read to find out!

Cutters vs. Bunny

3 pm. Butters was eagerly waiting by the window that looked outside the front door. Every year he did this. It was somewhat of a birthday tradition. Another tradition was his mum letting him eat cake for dinner when she took pity on him. She took pity on him because every birthday, in all the 16 years that he has been on this earth, he waits beside the window, bright blue eyes wide and alive with eager expectation. And every year by dinner time they would be dulled and shining with unshed tears. Because every year no one would show up for poor Butter's birthday.

He would invite everyone in his class. He would talk about the awesome things he had planned the entire week.

But even the idea of free food could not lure the resident poor boy, Kenny McCormick, nor the local lard ass, Eric Cartman.

Unawares to Butters, the aforementioned boys did not attend his birthday, not out of dislike for their classmate, but because they were scared by how much they did like the blonde boy.

But at 16 both had grown a pair. They both figured they would be the only one attending the party until it was brought up one day at the lunch table.

This conversation quickly turned to an argument with Cartman saying no one wanted an old sock as a present (as he believed this is all Kenny could afford) and Kenny responding back with saying Cartman was too fat to even enter a store (which was very almost true).

However, below their tough exteriors, both boys were worried. What if Butters chose to return the affections of the other? It was very concerning to their 16 year old selves.

But nowhere near as concerned as Butters was right now. It was 4 o'clock and no one had shown up. Usually Butters hopes remain high until at least 6 pm, but 16 years had finally taken its toll on him and he's throwing the towel in. He was just walking towards the kitchen to use his puppy dog eyes to get some cake to drown his sorrows in, when he heard a noise he hoped for but never really expected. The doorbell.

He rushed back to the door and swung it open. Standing on his door step was none other than Eric Cartman holding a present wrapped in light blue paper with a pink bow.

"Happy Birthday Butters" He grinned shyly. He wasn't used to being nice.

"Oh thank you Eric" Butters stood on his tip toes to peck him on the cheek (That's what he saw the girls do when a guy gave them a present)

"so where's that cake?" And so they continued to the kitchen and had a great time for the remainder of Butters birthday. And Butters never noticed the blush on Cartman's cheeks every time they touched but he was sure the butterflies in his stomach weren't over nothing.

Meanwhile, lying in a ditch 5 miles away, beaten black and blue and repeatedly stabbed, was Kenny McCormick. With his last dying breath he muttered his last thought.

"Damn you, Cartman"

I only let Cartman win coz he killed Justin Bieber. He should have some reward for that good deed.

Next up is...Style vs. K2 maybe?

Ideas please?